Alive In Fire

adjusting to the light i just don't want to go home there's nothing there but walls for me outside i might see someone who might see me and not mind the way the light bothers me***** the kind of person who sits around the perimeters of all spaces and stares at you when you look away whose eyes are a question that don't mean to attack but always prepared***** the one in the rooms whose skin crawls and behind the door they itch at nothing but their minds and know it***** the ears that muffle all sounds into a singular wave that crashes on their drums in echoes beating through an infinite dark box of furry to a rumbling silence waiting***** only speaking in poetry leaving messages hidden and unanswered for to be blunt would stab right through the dull hearted killing the masses of human company***** the ones who when they touch you set fire to your comfort zone If only you knew that within that flame they are simply alive.